A British thing I am sure, but oh how I love hot buttered toast and a cup of tea! I just loved reading the below and thought it perfect for all my friends in cold Autumn now……a sense of winter romance, cosy moments and the joy of life’s simplicities.
“When the girl returned, some hours later, she carried a tray, with a cup of fragrant tea steaming on it; and a plate piled up with very hot buttered toast, cut thick, very brown on both sides, with the butter running through the holes in it in great golden drops, like honey from the honeycomb.
The smell of that buttered toast simply talked to Toad, and with no uncertain voice; talked of warm kitchens, of breakfasts on bright frosty mornings, of cosy parlour firesides on winter evenings, when one’s ramble was over and slippered feet were propped on the fender, of the purring of contented cats, and the twitter of sleepy canaries.”
The Wind in the Willows, by Kenneth Grahame